Desperate Brunette Gets Raw Creampie in Exchange for ID - Bareback Reward Sex

The desperation was thick in the air, clinging to Shrima like the cheap perfume she wore. Her ID was gone, and Raul Costa, a man with eyes that promised trouble and a knowing smirk, held the key. Not just to the ID, but to something else entirely. She fidgeted, her small boobs straining against her tight top. Her high heels clicked nervously on the pavement.

"So," Raul began, his voice low and suggestive, "you understand the terms?"

Shrima swallowed hard. She knew what he wanted. She had seen the way he looked at her, a mixture of lust and opportunity. This was going to be bareback sex, a raw exchange of power and need.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The word 'rewards' echoed in her mind. This was a transaction, a dirty deal. But the thought of being without her ID, the consequences... they were unbearable. Bareback sex was a risk, but one she was willing to take.

He led her to a nearby alley, the stench of stale beer and urine filling the air. It was rough, degrading. He didn't bother with foreplay. He just wanted to fuck. And she let him. Her shaved pussy, now wet with a mixture of fear and arousal, accepted his insistent thrusts.

It was fast, brutal, and over too soon. He pulled out, a thick load of cum painting her inner thighs. A creampie pussy, courtesy of a stranger and a desperate need. He tossed the ID on the ground, a gesture of dismissal.

As she picked it up, her hands trembling, she couldn't help but wonder if the price had been too high. But in that moment, with the stranger already gone, she knew she'd do it again. The shame, the thrill, the power exchange… it was addictive.

This teen creampie felt so wrong but so, so good.